That about fits the bill, doesn’t it?  That’s what everyone here at the Hilton at Ft. Lauderdale is calling me.  Marty is a Hilton Honors guy due to “frequent flying and therefore hotelling”, though there has to be a whole different category for his travelling vs. “Hilton Honors” due to the fact that some dweeb saw fit and came up to me at the Paris Air Show a few years back and told me Marty was the #2 most travelled in the company.  GREAT.  I already knew that. See, I can tell he loves me, he travels so much.

Whatever.  So when I check in for my (yes, I pay for it) massage, they called me “Mrs. Bacardi”.  When I checked in for lunch (yes, I pay for it), they called me “Mrs. Bacardi”.  I just answered to it.

We are here to introduce CoD to Marty’s mom, Lawyerboy’s Gramma.  Unfortunately, since my back feels as if David Beckham took a practice goal kick into my lower back I’ve booked a massage instead of spending the morning over at Gramma’s by the pool and will catch up with them later.

On the way down here, there were two little kids sitting behind Lawyerboy  on the airplane who were kicking his seat, playing with their fold-down tray, jumping up and down, talking way too loudly…when Lawyerboy got off the plane he said, “For Christ sake, I was NEVER allowed to touch the tray, jump, talk above a whisper, and pretty much I had to color within the lines.”  I was such a perfect, thoughtful mother, wasn’t I , so what if I scarred him for life.  I hope that “color within the lines” was a metaphor.